A night where a fire is a necessity seems ludicrous as I type this in New York where it's nearly 90 degrees at 10 o'clock at night. However, the nights got pleasantly chilly in Pinecrest, and while we could have stayed in the cabin, making s'mores was a better life choice. Watching fire is pretty much the only way I can truly meditate and lose myself in the absence of thought. You can't help but be pulled in by the flickering flames, their dancing pushing out the clamor in your head.
Full moon over the pines.
Toasting a marshmallow.
Embers= prime roasting state.
I don't think I'd eat s'mores anywhere but in the woods. I'm not typically a fan of marshmallows or Hershey's chocolate (a classic, unsubstitutable s'mores ingredient). Something about being outdoors makes them extra-delicious, and this time I managed to perfect my technique...I let the chocolate soften on the graham cracker by the fire while I roasted the marshmallow, and the textures were all melty and right-on.
I'm anticipating the return of cold nights.